My grandpa (mom's dad) has collected stuffed animals since before I can remember. He's got about 100 of them off the top of my head that he keeps in the basement (where he spends most of his time.
I've been adding rubber ducks to his collection because giving (specifically ducks) is a love language of mine.
Mom just got back from her parents' place and said that Grandpa was worried I wasn't feeling well lately, so he sent home one of his stuffed animals! It's a ducky!
Ngl, I was committed to relapsing and doing serious damage tonight. I just wanted to feel loved/like I belonged somewhere for once, and my family did not provide that today. Tonight was so overwhelming and I felt so oddly out of place.
But I’m so glad I decided to stay the night. My grandpa shared his life story with me (not even his kids have heard the story). He passed down my great-grandmother’s publishings of our family history and told me which sentimental artifacts I need to take when they pass. He even sent me a family tree he’s researched and built himself. My whole day has been turned around for the better.
When your grandpa helps you maje ramen at 3 am bc he walked into you making ramen at three am (he woke up and wanted to play candy crush with a cup of coffee)
my grandfather (and grandmother) gets $100 on his 65th anniversary one time from my aunt and uncle, along w flowers: this is too much money!! they shouldntve given us this
also my grandfather every time he sees me: heres $80. for snack money :))